"Her loving look did not alter as she saw them coming and she held out her hands to them. When they reached her they licked the little hands with their tongues and bent their great heads to her caresses, and so she advanced to the man, walking between the hounds, a hand on the neck of each.
"He stared at her dumfounded as she stood before him, her eyes smiling up into his. Her garments were white and of a strange fashion.
"'From whence come you?' he asked, when he could speak.
"'From the Heavenly Country,' she answered.
"'And what may be your name?'
"'Purity.'
"'I ordered you out of my grounds!' exclaimed the old man.
"'I did not hear it,' returned the child, unmoved.
"'Don't you fear the dogs?'
"'What is fear?' asked Purity, her eyes wondering.